they also
are a contender
for bi play
I’m talking about
aeronautics here

no I’m not I’m
talking about collective
angst and wank on
election eve
wine glasses thrown into the fire
from which smoke

of several colours rises
that crystal had never held
the squeeze
the fruit of love
the fruit of

duly done
the thing is
everything’s an election
a summer of everything gone wrong
the shimmering discord
of all possible lies

then you wake
I hold your head
sweet chalice
warming memories
in only one